Um, you win. 
Closet doors and kitchen cabinets that are ajar. My wife has a habit of leaving doors and cabinet doors ajar or wide open and it drives me nuts. Bedroom and bathroom doors can be wide open when the rooms aren’t being used and I’m fine with it, but every day I’m closing closet doors and kitchen cabinets (and bathroom medicine cabinets and the dishwasher door) that are open just a little bit. Argh.
I do not see callers unannounced. If you are going to stop over, call first or I will not answer the doorbell.
Actually a carton with 4 eggs in it will be more stable if they are at the four corners rather than in the center. The increased moment of inertia about the centroid of the carton will be larger, requiring more of an effort to tip over.
When mowing my yard, when I come to the end of one neighbor’s split rail fence I must slap the top of the fence post.
I have to put my own return address label on bills I send out, even those with the destination name preprinted in the return address spot. I figure this is an attempt by the company to cheat the post office so that if you forget to stamp it, it gets where it’s going anyway.
I never ever touch a dead person.
Whenever I’m seated in a restaurant, I need to sit facing the room. I can’t sit facing a blank wall, or a window. I’m a people watcher and if I can’t at least see half of the room, I go crazy.
I also do the ‘eggs from the ends’ thing, but I’ll try leaving the four corner eggs instead in the future, it makes sense that it would be more stable. But it’s going to a pretty massive change in my lifestyle…
I cannot leave my apartment without my hat. I do not like to be seen without it. It is a part of me, dag nabbit. It’s a Kangol Wool 504, if you’re curious.
When I erase something after having written it with a pencil, I must scratch the erased part of the paper with my fingernail.
I can’t stand twisted phone cords. If I see one (even if it’s on someone else’s desk) I have to untangle it. Drives me crazy when people have unkempt phone cords.
I avoid stepping on cracks since one time in 4th grade I did that little “Step on a crack, break your mama’s back” thing, came home and Mom was all stove up with a bad back. Freaked me the hell out.
Most of my other hangups aren’t “quirky”.
I will not cut the tags off of pillows, but rather fold them under, and insist that they be banished to the inside side of the pillowcase. For some reason I only do this with pillows, all other tags are immdiately set about with a pair of scissors.
I do not let sunlight touch me, even for a second, if I can avoid it. That said, I’m not a total freak…if everyone wants to go to the pool, I’ll put on some sunscreen and deal with it.
I don’t eat food if I don’t like the color. Mostly that means avoiding obvious food coloring, but I also don’t eat ketchup because it looks like blood.
The sound of children’s laughter is horribly disturbing to me.
I eat food one thing at a time. From the thing I like the least to the thing I like the best. They must not mix. I can’t drink milk unless it’s ice cold. If it’s even slightly warm it goes down the drain. I must have lots of ice in cold drinks - except beer - I can’t drink something only like three cubes in it. Fill the damn cup up!
Let’s see, where do I start.
I don’t step on cracks if I can avoid it. Cracks between tiles and such are ok, but natural cracks in concrete and such are off limits. Have no idea where or when this started.
When I eat candy, I will eat all of one color first, like all the red M&M’s then the yellow ones, and so on, and I eat them in pairs too, if I end up with just one of a color, I’ll either give it to my wife, or throw it away.
I can’t go #2 in a bathroom if anyone else is in there.
I can’t be the first person to hang up on a phone conversation, the other person MUST hang up first.
When someone is leaving, I will not watch them leave.
When holding hands with my wife, my hand must be oriented in the “right” way.
I’ll only eat one thing on my plate at a time. i.e. all the potatoes, then the veggies, then the meat. Not always in that order, but only one thing at a time, and the food CANNOT touch. Sometimes I will literally get another plate or bowl for runny things like cheesy potatoes or potatoes and gravy.
When going down stairs with several landings, I must start out with the same foot from each landing.
I always have to sleep on the left side of the bed.
No matter what beverage I’m drinking (soda, gatorade, beer) I will always pull the label off after the first sip. No idea why, but I can always tell which one is mine. and FTR, I do this even if I’m alone.
I always have to put one my socks and shoes in the same order, left sock, left shoe, right sock, right shoe.
Jeebus, it’s a damn wonder I ever found someone to marry me at all.
Just like Archie Bunker and Mike argued on an All in the Family. But what happens if you find a hole in the right sock? Then you gotta take off the left sock and shoe and find another pair of socks. If you do sock-sock-shoe-shoe, you won’t have that problem.
I have to empty my ashtray when it has 3 butts in it.
I wear Hawaiian shirts every day of the year.
I only use pens with black ink.
Exclamation points on a note drive me insane. I do not allow people to yelll at me or anyone else at work. If I do not rewrite the note entirely, I transform the exclamation point into a smiley. It is much more quiet and polite.
Y’all crazy. :dubious:
I need to delete all the numbers from the caller id immediately after I review them. I think it’s “cleaner” that way.
Yeah, the wife and I had a funny conversation when we saw that episode. Funny thing is, I was born in 78, so I know I didn’t get it from there.
And the holes don’t bother me, I’ll just walk one with one shoe on over to the sock hamper and get another one. All my socks are alike. If they stop carrying my brand, I’ll throw them away and buy all new one if I have to replace some. They must all be the same. God I’m weird.
ETA: And I’ll be hopping around on one foot staying dry while your standing there with two wet feet. 
Huh. I thought I was wierd until I saw this thread…
My only hangups, that I can think of, are:
If the volume control has actual numbers associated with it (instead of being, say, a series of bars or whatever), it must be set to a number that is even, or is a multiple of 5. 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10, etc. Anything else is bad. I dunno why; it just bugs me. I would say I have an aversion to odd numbers, except fives are okay. Wierd.
Sunlight is evil, but I’ve been forced to adjust to it. My legs, on the other hand, have not, and I’m certain they will burst into flame and I’ll end up a cripple should they see the light of day. Therefore, I do not wear shorts. The exception to this is the pool, and I stay in the water the whole time, which protects the poor legses. Then I put on sweats as soon as I’m out, to minimize the exposure to the evil orb in the sky.
I have been known to take store managers to task for various signage on their premises that is incorrect. Usually, it’s the (mis)use of quotation marks that drives me insane. “WARNING: DOOR IS ‘ALARMED’” is the most recent example I’ve seen (replace the single quotes in the above, er, quote, with doubles and you’ll have the right idea).
I’m totally freaked out by loose teeth. Whenever one of my kids has a loose tooth they come and tease me with it. “Look, Dad … I can wiggle my tooth with my finger!”
Aaaaaaaaah! The horror!
–I hate odd numbers. The number 3 is particularly off-putting for some reason.
–I have a favorite fork that I use for pasta or potatoes. Any other fork is good enough for all other foods.
–I hate squished bread. I can’t eat it if it was squished in the grocery bag on the way home.
–I won’t let anyone talk to me about fingernails–whether bending, losing, or fungus. The mere thought of accidentally bending my own fingernail back gives me the shivers.
–I throw away milk at least 2 days before the sell by date, just in case.
–I like Pepsi, but not Coke. But I prefer Diet Coke to Diet Pepsi.
–I won’t eat out of a container that other people have been sticking their hands into (like chips or peanuts).
Why is it that as I typed the list above, I read it in Andy Rooney’s voice in my head?
Oh, my husband has a hangup that drives me nuts. The DVR must be less than 30% full at all times. He’s always bugging me to watch the umpteen Bridezilla episodes I have recorded.
When eating a sandwich I make at home, I eat the crust first, then the sandwich. I don’t do this when I order a sandwich in a restaurant. Most times I don’t even notice I’m eating the crust first.
Me too.
I must read before I go to sleep at night. It doesn’t matter how exhausted I am, I must read before I turn out the light.